satan gladly takes your hand with a comforting smile

i would like to write for you
to move you and to feel
these hands which carried flowers
knotting clover
cut on thorns
feeling your touch in imagination
the touch of your waist
between my hands
in slow motion melody

when you are tired enough,
everything just melts
as resistance fails
and dreams soar

sails stretch in steady wind
breathing life and sincere purpose
in ships
the classic pull
of hearts away from shore
and
oblivion

i am losing myself
please
can you find me
i was just here
a minute ago
but now i see
only you



i'm dreaming

satan says...

don't save me
i am damned
save yourself
let me burn

fire is my element
my body coal
my mind wood
i am your pyre

light me
warm yourself
with our
destiny

<<----does not repent and is CERTAINLY not Lucifer.....Can we say "Eve"?

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh....smells like home...

Great read, inspiring. A+++

Delicious ribs coals
Charring and cracking
Tender
And nearing consumption
Flesh child
Does your mouth not water
Like mine

Is there tightness in your chest
Tell me
Do you have qualms
Doubts
On how you ate this life
Did you relish crispy blackness
Warm blood and tallow
Washing gums
With molten congealing
Suet

Share your fear
The unwanted scent
Trickles out
Because you don't want it
To do its warning
Different than unwashed
More pure
Tasting of adrenaline
Closer
To exhilaration
Stepsister of shame
Mother of Regret

Spoor of me
Satan says

Consuming pasts of old regrets
and faithless lies untold

Abrasive chains of myth and tale
chafe tender swollen parts

Expansive lusts of tempestuous thoughts
corrupt the fragile shell

Intense passions well within the core
both rebellious and defiant

Compacted and contained no more
released, renewed and vital

How light the dawn of darkness dealt
a hand to grasp within

Embraced the corsets of unfettered heat
take all the savage truth

A smile of fires burning deep
plays swiftly through her song.


Ahhh Satan in your corrupted heart...
...another soul to reap.

though
i was always here
and you were there
i could hear you whispering
like music

in and all around me
i'd like to drown
in the warm blanket of you
and pass away
like flame

unable
to forget
memory does not work that way
collectors all
a certain quality
in your display case
bloody fire

take it back
it never happened
only dreams one lazy afternoon and evening
heat waves and rippled vision
blurred through tears

there is a new no one now
no energy left for idle idolatry

Satan says



You've made a deal with the devil, my dear
and the journey begins right here.
The path will lead you down, my love
into the darkest recesses of you.

Prepare to lose the parts of you, my sweet,
that belong to someone else.
This fort you've built will have to go,
these walls shall crumble too.

The pain you feel is real,my miss
there's no safety net for you.
This devil is owed his dues, dearheart
and he's here to collect inkind.

So scream all you want, lash out
bite hard...your soul belongs to me.
You've made a deal with the devil, my dear
and the journey begins right here.

this burns so,these restraints
it chafes, it aches,
it's real.


gaping holes
yawning wounds
of suppurous regrets


take this, give that
be this, do that
it hurts so

salve my wounds
hold me close
heal me in your gaze

strip to the bone
then flesh me out
with heat and light and love.

"Suffering drives you deeper........the fire of suffering becomes the light of consciousness."

- Eckhart Tolle

moonlit summer night

once upon a time,
in a land far far away,
one lover bathed the other with a hot cloth,
on a huge soft towel,
on a window seat,
with the window open,
on a moonlit summer night.

the devil was there with a gift from heaven.
the cloth bore the scent of her and fragant oil.
it was a bath massage from head to toe,
performed with intense love,
devotion even,
lasted for hours and it never ended.
for each of them today remember the midnight blue and purple night,
and soothing strokes,
with whispers of confession,
cooled with the inadequate breeze,
insufficient to the internal warmth,
which lasts beyond a lifetime,
beyond even death.



and they lived
happily ever after.

there is much darkness
flowing over the land like a flood
slipping into crevices of the earth
devouring mountains

tickling all the black places
like hot breath on nipples

how to leave

when to go
you're tired
resistance low
determination wanting

needing more
you're sleepy
head falls slowly
arms around her

still you fight it
too early
in succumbing
wanting eyes to

see more
love more

suck life's droplets
rich red droplets
glistening droplets
hot bursting pebbles
wanting roundness
no dissolving
wanting more